Andrea stopped at the familiar sandalwood door, she could not open it. Standing right there, she was overwhelmed by the rush of memories and emotions that her anger had nowhere to stick its head out, so it gave up and dissipated.
Andrea vividly remembered how everything went that night over eight years ago, when Bree not only worshiped her lips but also her body. She remembered the feeling of pleasure coursing through her veins, like electricity running it's current through a metal. At that moment, the only thing that mattered most to her was Bree and Bree's tongue dancing in her mouth, not for dominance but for the gentle caress of tongue against tongue.
Even though she had already got a taste of Bree, it was nothing like their first kiss. There was only pure, unsullied emotions, love and happiness. Unlike now that everything had been tainted with ambition, power greed and stupidity. Unfathomable amount of stupidity and mostly on her part.
Her heart ached.
